I am feeling that good old sense of wanderlust. I get it every six months or so. The feeling that I want to move away, start a new life, the feeling that everything about me is boring and I want it to be new. I want a new job, a new place to live, a new look. I want to go where no one knows me and be who I want to be without judgement or repremand for changing in any way.
Don't get me wrong, the people around me are loving and supportive. It is that feeling of waiting for life to begin. This is all very cliche and I will probably regret writing it and possibly take down the post. After all it is very whiny and boring this talk about "wishing". The grass is always greener as they say.
I have mostly been using this so far to post pictures or funny stories, I don't really think of it as a blog. I mean, not in the journal, pour my heart out on the webpage kind of way. I don't have much interest in those, I mean, the truth is how much do you really want other people in your head? It is a very vunerable thing to do.
Here I go talking myself out of this. I am going to just hit post. But not before spell checking. I have three misspelled words after all.
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So apparently, this post is where I start spell checking because this shit has had so many wrongly spelled words up until now.
ReplyDeleteI did move away from Greenville and still feel wanderlust. Hopefully we will actually move soon.